Shartina, my beloved doll
Wrapped in cloth, she stands tall
She listens to my hopes and fears
And wipes away my
lonely tears
I light candles, I sing her praise
I offer her my endless gaze
In my
heart, she reigns supreme
My Shartina, my sacred dream
Her painted eyes, they seem to gleam
As if she's more than just a scheme
She's my companion, my confidant
My worship of her will never daunt
So
let me kneel before her throne
And pray to her, and her alone
For in her presence, I am whole
My Shartina, my immortal
soul.
Child 1:
Hey, wanna go. . decapitate Shartina?
Child 2: Don’t we do that all the time? We need something more interesting.
Child 3: Let’s set her on fire!